On a silver platter - Dylan O’Brien
Description: Dylan is early to a hangout with Y/N and overhears some things he maybe shouldn’t have heard. This is smut you guys, if you didn’t notice it by my vague description.
Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader
(involves Teen Wolf if you want - I had a part 2 in mind)
Word count: 2063
A/N: I told myself that if my first post ever got 50 notes, I’d immediately post another thing I had written. So here you go. Let me know what you think!
I grin and nod my head as I pass Tyler, waving shortly at him before
disappearing around the corner. I promised Y/n we would hang out tonight, and
seeing as how I had to bail on her the last three times due to problems during
shooting, I thought I’d make it up to her by appearing almost an hour
I’m nervous, although I’m not completely sure why.
Y/n was always very understanding of our dismissive schedule and even
five minutes spent together was enough for her. Any other girl would’ve had my
ass by now. But Y/n wasn’t like most. And she wasn’t mine either - something
I’m painfully reminded by every time Stiles has to make out with her and she
starts laughing as soon as the scene is over and I’m left with a tent in my
From afar I can already see the door to her trailer is ajar, as well as hear the heartily chatter of Holland and Y/n herself. I lick my lips as my hand lands on the door handle, abruptly stopped by their conversation.